Kill to survive. Kill to live. Forget being a kind girl, for once stab him in the back! Fane's grip tightened, like a snake attempting to break the bones of its prey, and I felt my bones would collapse any second. Basil cried out in the distance as Fane got farther. I noticed the echoes coming from a faraway cliff. The wind howled from below as a banshee. I may not have been as strong as the others but Fane was weakened, this may be my only chance…
You know you have to kill him!
"Stop squealing!" Fane snapped, blood dripping from his lips. The vague rose color almost flagging me. I expected myself to die before those wedding bells even rang. My knees buckled, I found myself sliding with the dirt invading my shoes and I grabbed a branch and yanked it from the roots. It was sharp, sharp enough to..."Get up! Get up!" He shouted, nearly blaring in the dank and humid clearing with the fog building up. I could no longer hear Basil's footsteps. It was the devil and me.
Will you marry me?
My eyes widened and I subconsciously stabbed Fane pushing him against the closest bark I could find and I heard the gushing of blood, the squelching of the organs merging onto the wood. My dress was dirtied by the vague rose color of his blood and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
"You little wench..."
He's not dead yet! He's not dead yet! He's not dead yet…!
He shoved his hand into my mouth and I push him aside, ending up vomiting onto the forest floor as Fane pulled himself out from the branch, and looked at the hole in his chest, clutching it in pain. We reeked of death, we reeked of blood. We reeked of the echoes that forever haunt us.
"You,” he repeated again, panting in exhaustion. “I should kill you right now—"
I shrieked as a gunshot rang out and blood erupted from Fane’s right shoulder, spilling in a torrent and staining his expensive clothing. My ears rang as he screeched in pain. As he let go of me I stumbled and fell backward with a grunt. Forgetting about me Fane shrank back, looking around wildly as the other surrounded him. A moment later Basil was by my side, helping me to sit up.
“Are you alright?” he asked concernedly. I only nodded, still shaking as my eyes were locked on Fane. He looked like a wild animal corned against the wall, his red eyes flashing as Janssen and Dawson aimed their weapons at him. Chills ran down my spine as he began to chuckle darkly.
“So, you would all pit your brains against me,” he sneered, standing to his full height and looking around at each one of us as the wind and a fog seemed to manifest, gathering around him. “Me… Count Fane cel Rau… who fought armies and conquered lands centuries before you were even born! Well you will all know soon what it is to dare to stand in my way!”
The last word was emphasized with a scream of rage as a gust of wind shot from Fane, knocking us all to the ground. Janssen was the first to recover, rolling up on his feet and instantly shooting at the vampire, who dodged the bullets easily. Dawson and Basil were about to join in the fight until a loud bang came from behind us, along with a loud roar. A ghost of a smile hovered on Fane’s lips as the noises grew louder, until finally a monstrous figure crashed through a stained glass window, hurling through the air.
“Oh no,” Basil breathed, and I felt my own heart quiver with fear when I realized that the monster that came to Fane’s aid was Ratigan.
Sensing that his master was in danger, Ratigan knocked Janssen and Dawson to the ground, swiping them aside as if they were nothing but ragdolls. He whirled around at the sound of Basil cocking his gun. Ratigan’s eyes dilated as he glared at Basil, all the hatred for his most formidable opponent poisoning his heart.
And then he charged.
Basil shot twice, both bullets thudding into Ratigan’s torso, but amazingly it seemed to have no effect on him. Deciding to save his bullets, Basil reached for a stake looped through his belt and clutched it tightly in his fist. He put one across me protectively, though I felt him tense up, bracing himself for the impact of Ratigan’s body crashing into his.
Time seemed to stand still in that one brief moment Without barely even thinking I pushed my way around Basil and threw myself between them, holding out my arms as if to shield Basil. I knew in the back of my mind that it would do no good, that I was nothing against such powerful creatures as this; but I reacted out of instinct to protect the one I loved.
The act seemed to halt Ratigan in his tracks for a brief moment, but much like I predicted, the rat merely swept me aside roughly and pounced on Basil, pinning him to the ground with claws ripping through fabric and fur. Unable to react fast enough to retrieve the stake from his belt, Basil tried to at least punch him in the face to stun him, but Ratigan dealt him a blow to the stomach that left him breathless. The mad rat loomed over his prey, saliva dripping onto Basil’s face as he hissed, baring his fangs just above Basil’s throat.
“Stop!” I screamed, feeling tears threaten to spill as I threw myself at Ratigan, beating my fists against his broad back. “Leave him alone, please don’t hurt him—!” I was cut off as Ratigan turned his attention to me, removing himself from Basil and picking me up off the ground and slamming me into the castle wall, causing my breath to whoosh out of my body. I let out a gasping sob as I tried to regain my breath, shuddering when Ratigan bared his fangs in a savage growl.
“Ratigan!” I begged, tears squeezing out of my eyes as I felt his claws digging into my skin. “Ratigan please!” I winced as he hissed in my face, his fangs poised just above my throat. “R-Ratigan,” I tried again, my voice barely a whisper. He paused as I reached up and touched his face gently. I stared up into those yellow eyes, once so full of knowledge and power, now foggy and tinged red with bloodlust, hoping I could appeal to the Professor that I once knew. “Padraic… please… you don’t have to listen to him,” I said, struggling to keep my voice from shaking with fear. “Fane’s power over you is strong but I know you can defeat him! You have to fight it...!”
“No one controls me, but me!” he barked, his face twisting in a snarl.
“Then look around you, Padraic,” I replied softly, and he did, glancing over his shoulder at the fight taking place behind him as Fane continued to attack the others. “All this chaos and bloodshed… you may be the world’s greatest criminal mind, but this isn’t you. You’re not a monster.”
Ratigan grew quiet at that, a strange look coming over his face as if he were conflicted. I continued, desperately grasping at that glimmer of hope and reasoning with him. “Fane gave you your power so that he could control you with it. You’re nothing more to him than another pawn in his game.” Although wincing at the pain, I pulled myself up to give him a kiss on the cheek, causing him to freeze on the spot. “I know that if anyone can defeat him, it’s you,” I whispered. “Fane has to be stopped; but we can’t fight him alone. We need your help… I need you, Padraic…”
Stay tuned to see what happens next
PS. Thank you to for that bit with Amber stabbing Fane with a tree branch My sweet little OC needs to get her hands dirty
Hello! My name is Amber. I'm 23 years old, and I've been a deviant for 4 years now. My interests include painting, drawing, reading, writing fanfiction, photography, etc. I love Sherlock Holmes and the Great Mouse Detective, so that's mainly what you'll see in my gallery Some of my other favorite fandoms are Yu Gi Oh!, The Phantom of the Opera, Kingdom Hearts, most Disney stuff, etc. |
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